As I gaze into the mirror....
All I can see....
Is my reflection...
Staring back at me....
...
To write a poem about Mama...
Would take a million pages...
She's as wise as Methuselah and
always seems ageless...
...
I've been looking for an answer....
That doesn't come in books....
Looking for an answer that nature...
Won't have in seasonal changes or looks...
...
My Reflection
As I gaze into the mirror....
All I can see....
Is my reflection...
Staring back at me....
The glass is clear....
With what it sees.....
Just a face framed with hair....
Trying to please....
It would be nice.....
To know what others see....
Without the reflection....
That shows only me....